Martial God Tianzun

Chapter 1172
In front of Lan Yu Fei Palace, the night was dark, and the sky above Kun Yuan Dao was covered with countless stars, as if deep in the universe.At this time, many people had gathered under Lingming Sword Mountain.

It's just that none of these people could enter Feidian, but there was a crisp sound of rubbing in front of the main hall.

Lin Xuan sat on the steps, not squinting, and Zhongyue Broken Knife answered the friction on the whetstone, and the slender blade reflected powerful magic power.

Both Zhan Tiannv and Bai Shuirou returned to calmness, but looked at Lin Xuan curiously.Lin Xuan has been sharpening the knife all the time, but the broken knife Lin Xuan chooses is only the magic iron in the mundane world.

"Brother, is your saber a magic weapon?" Zhan Tiannv couldn't help it, Lin Xuan's saber looks too bad.

"If it is in the mortal world, it does count. Nine days?" Lin Xuan smiled lightly, the blade was like water, with blood lines appearing on the dark surface, Jing Zhongyue accompanied Lin Xuan in countless battles.

"It's not a magic weapon, it's still broken, so you still use it?"

"The name of this knife is Jing Zhongyue!" Lin Xuan didn't want to say anything, but shook his head lightly.But at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the main hall. Many disciples of Kun Yuan Dao gathered in front of Feidian, and they all knew that there would be a Dao battle here at night.

The elders of Kun Yuandao also came out from their respective places of retreat, bursts of divine soul power came from the void, and the entire Lanyu Feidian was completely enveloped.

"Here we come!" Bai Shuirou frowned slightly, the blue door slowly opened, the Taoist soldiers on both sides took a deep look at the three people in the hall, and slowly bowed down.

"Kun Yuandao, Qin Luo!" A faint voice came from outside the hall, while countless boiling voices went straight to the sky.

Tsing Yi robes, wooden sword fragrance, Qin Luo is Ye Huiling's senior brother, and his swordsmanship is superb.At this time, Qin Luo came to the outside of the hall, and also looked at Lin Xuan inside the hall.

"You are Lin Xuan?" Not only Qin Luo, but everyone found that Lin Xuan was actually sharpening his knife. What's the use of Lin Xuan doing such a thing at this time?

"Haha, Brother Qin Luo, this lunatic is so interesting, he is sharpening his knife!" At the foot of the mountain, countless people roared with laughter. This battle, this is Lin Xuan's final battle, and most of Kun Yuandao's disciples understand , Qin Luo drew out the sword, Lin Xuan must die.

"You are Qin Luo?" Lin Xuan raised his eyes and looked forward. The young man in Tsing Yi was very handsome, without any aura scattered, but when Qin Luo walked into the hall, the moonlight shed sword energy. At that moment, Qin Luo was a a sword.

"I'm here to fight in Taoism and compete with swords, you can't do it." Qin Luo just took a look at Lin Xuan, and then returned to indifference. That look seemed to penetrate everything and see Lin Xuan's essence clearly.

"You come to Dao battles, you can't compete with swords!" Lin Xuan smiled lightly, Qin Luo is worthy of being a swordsman, with the pride of a sword, especially Qin Luo has a dominating sword body, and he has a sword heart, which is quite terrifying .

"Really? You said I can't do it?" Qin Luo glanced at Lin Xuan indifferently, and also saw the knife in Lin Xuan's hand.At this time, Qin Luo looked at Lin Xuan, suddenly raised his hand, and the wooden sword came out, and the fragrance wafted into the sky and the earth.

"The Purple Willow Sword was originally a branch of the 3-year-old Purple Willow King. It has no magical powers and no laws, except that the wooden body is extremely strong. It is three feet and four feet long. It was obtained ten years ago in the dense land of the Western Wilderness, and has never been stained with blood! "

After Qin Luo finished speaking, there was another exclamation from outside the hall.Ziliu sword is not stained with blood, it is not that Qin Luo has not killed a strong enemy.It's because the Purple Willow Sword is of the wood attribute, so blood cannot stain the Purple Willow Sword.In particular, Qin Luo's sword was even faster, and even the enemy's blood could not stay on the sword under such a high speed.

"Ordinary wooden swords are divine swords in my hands!" This is Qin Luo's famous saying. Everyone in Kun Yuandao knows that Qin Luo only practiced swords for ten years, and Qin Luo would change his sword every ten years. The swords used by Qin Luo have all become top-level artifacts. This is Qin Luo's method.

"Jing Zhongyue, ordinary magic iron, unparalleled in sharpness, full of demonic nature, unruly!" Lin Xuan finally picked up Jing Zhongyue and looked at Qin Luo.

"Unfortunately, it's a broken knife. Your knife is too weak!" Qin Luo didn't even look at Jing Zhongyue. Such a knife couldn't block Qin Luo's sword at all.

"The broken knife is also Jing Zhongyue, as long as the knife is in hand, Jing Zhongyue will last forever!" Lin Xuan's cold voice went straight into the sky.Lin Xuan is also a persistent person. Following Lin Xuan's words, the hall suddenly became quiet.

"To defeat you, I only need one move!" Qin Luo stared at Lin Xuan, his body still didn't have any aura, no comparison to physical body, no comparison to cultivation level, and a completely competitive swordsmanship.

"Really? Then your time for this move is long enough!" Lin Xuan looked at Qin Luo solemnly. This is a duel of swords and swords, and Lin Xuan also became quite serious.

"Senior Brother, kill this arrogant boy, the Huntian Sect, sooner or later our Kun Yuandao will kiss the Huntian Sect!" There was a sudden roar from the crowd, not only the disciples of Kun Yuandao, but also the Wanzong people, There was also a terrifying sound wave.

"Okay, then I will kill you with one move. It seems that you are the one who deserves to be killed." Qin Luo was extremely cold, looking at Lin Xuan, walking slowly.

"You, Kun Yuandao, have raised a lot of dogs." Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and at this moment, Bai Shuirou and Zhan Tiannv suddenly couldn't move. In an instant, the fragrance was fragrant, and Qin Luo's sword actually passed through Lin Xuan's eyebrows.

"What?" The two women were taken aback. Qin Luo's sword was too fast, as if the path of heaven had passed by, "killing" Lin Xuan with one strike?
Everyone cheered, just as Qin Luo was about to withdraw his sword, Lin Xuan, who had his brows broken, suddenly laughed.A smile, a knife out.

"What?" Qin Luo was taken aback for a moment. At the same speed, Qin Luo didn't see Lin Xuan's sword coming out, but the corner of Qin Luo's clothes was chopped off.

"This is your sword, so weak!" Lin Xuan's figure became blurred, and the new Lin Xuan came out.Lin Xuan's knife was shaking, it was only Lin Xuan's shadow just now, Jing Zhongyue finally cut it down just now.

"Hiss!" Countless people gasped, and everyone fell silent, watching this scene in shock.At this moment, Qin Luo looked up at the torn corner of his clothes and raised his head again.

"Your sword is very fast!" Qin Luo underestimated Lin Xuan, but when he was speaking, Qin Luo's sword was lifted up again, and the sword came out, but it was the law of ten thousand swords.

Qin Luo's sword was still fast, and in an instant, the fragrance wafted out.Smelling the fragrance of the purple willow sword, one has stepped into the gate of hell.But when the Purple Willow Sword was slashing out, Lin Xuan's knife also disappeared, but Lin Xuan's footsteps came towards Qin Luo, breaking through the fragrance, and blasting open the gate of hell.

"You're too slow!" Lin Xuan's sword skills are so strong, he has honed countless years in the battle environment, and he has experienced the general scriptures of swords. Lin Xuan's sword has long been psychic and spiritual.

"What?" Qin Luo's sword was retreating, blasting away among the thousands of swords.Qin Luo couldn't keep attacking, every sword of Qin Luo was accurately cut by Jing Zhongyue.

"Boom, boom, boom!" That was the collision of swords, Lin Xuan's sword technique was too fast, every time there was an impact, Jing Zhongyue sliced ​​a bit of sawdust, what a terrifying sword technique.

"Huh!" Qin Luo, who was in the middle of retreating, suddenly flicked his wrist, and the purple willow sword that was three feet four suddenly turned into four feet three. It was the reversal of the sword body, a terrifying sword technique.

"Tear!" Lin Xuan's white clothes were also torn apart, and Lin Xuan's figure also stopped at the same time.And Qin Luo's sword also stopped at the same time, but the roaring sound still came from the surroundings of the two of them.

"What's going on?" Some disciples couldn't understand at all, but at this time the elder of Kun Yuandao was already in a daze, looking at the two seriously.

"The moves of both of them have been psychic, swords and swords, the speed of the two of them is too fast, I can only see clearly 330 moves of a sword!"

"No, Qin Luo just swung his sword 870 times!" Another elder said in a deep voice, but soon, Han Songmiao from the Xixin Ancient Sect said in shock.

"Without relying on cultivation, this old man has seen Qin Luo appear 1000 times, which is too fast. Qin Luo's recovery is not as good as this old man's!"

Han Songmiao is also a half-respect, and at the same level, the elders of the ancient religion can't match Qin Luo at all. Such news has already shocked Kun Yuandao.

Kun Yuandao is worthy of being a six-pole sect. A powerful disciple like Qin Luo has not become an elder, nor has he become famous in the Western Wilderness Ten Thousand Sects.

"But, but have you seen Lin Xuan's knife? Lin Xuan's knife seems to be faster, but Lin Xuan's knife just now is different." Han Songmiao gasped again. In fact, Han Songmiao had something in his heart. Not a word was uttered.

When Qin Luo drew out his sword, Jing Zhongyue had already slashed several times, but Han Songmiao couldn't see through such a trajectory. Qin Luo's sword skills were psychic, and Lin Xuan's sword skills were already psychic.

"Boom!" The last collision, the two still did not move, but the swords in their hands were finally raised.Qin Luo's eyes became sharper and more serious.

But Lin Xuan was still smiling, very strangely, even a little lazy, a little contemptuous.

"You are very strong, you hide a lot, your combat strength is not in your physique, but in your sword!" Qin Luo just finished speaking, but saw Lin Xuan walking towards the hall, without even looking at Qin Luo lo.

"Bring me the sword-solving stone, and the spirit veins, don't forget!" Lin Xuan had already put away Jing Zhongyue. Qin Luo was taken aback by this scene, and the two women couldn't believe it.

"What did you say?" Qin Luo stared at Lin Xuan, and everyone else thought that Lin Xuan was crazy, even without a winner, Lin Xuan actually avoided the Taoist battle.

"I said you lost, your sword is too slow!" With the same sentence, Qin Luo, who was out of the dust, stepped out with a fierce step, and an invincible sword energy shot straight into the sky.

"Are you provoking me? Lin Xuan, the battle has just begun!" Qin Luo still hadn't used his sword skills yet, and he wanted to completely defeat Lin Xuan.

"You just said that you want to kill me with one move?" Lin Xuan slowly turned sideways, looking at Qin Luo with a sneer.

"Although one move has passed, your saber is indeed very strong. Now we have just started." Qin Luo said deeply.

"But my battle is over. If it weren't for your use of the sword, you would have died." Lin Xuan's heart had already thought of Jian Shisan, his master Han Yuan, and even the sword god Nan Tian.

"What did you say?" Qin Luo was completely angry, how could Lin Xuan say such a thing.

(End of this chapter)